La folie américaine

From Elliot Rodger to Bryan Kohberger, incel violence isn’t mystery—it’s terrorism, fueled by America’s refusal to confront toxic masculinity.

The collective American psyche, already worn down by years of fractured political rhetoric, social media pandemonium, and an economy that can only be described as a cruel joke for the common man, had finally reached the boiling point. The solution? Donald Trump. Again.

Trump’s language is a cacophony of bravado and aggression, punctuated by that familiar sneer that seems to suggest he’s just one tweet away from inciting a riot.

They’ve been fed a steady diet of grievance and paranoia, spoon-fed the notion that all the wrongs in their lives can be traced back to the “Others” — the immigrants, the educated elites, the outsiders, the women who haunt their nightmares.

The Trump era has shattered the consensus that allowed for civil discourse; it has unleashed a wave of tribalism that turns neighbors into enemies and discourse into shouting matches.

From the outset, Trump’s ascent was heralded by a cacophony of false promises and incendiary rhetoric. The campaign was a potent cocktail of fear and bravado, with a staggering number of voters throwing caution — and critical thinking — to the wind.